Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Teacher x Student (part two)

Alright here's a follow up... class might be a little bit different when your hot teacher knows what you sound like during sex

Scott was nervous walking into class on Monday. Friday was still burned into his mind and felt his hands shaking. He was too jittery and he already knew that anything he may learn would be completely lost on him. He walked in, but Mr. Afton didn't even look in his direction. He bit his lip, he should have expected that much. He went to his seat, the one just on the outside of the isle. He sat down at his desk, and he found that he couldn't stare at anything other than his professor's ass. He felt a burn of shame sear through his body, but he couldn't help it.

He kept trying to meet his eyes, but Mr. Afton refused to look at him. When he did meet his eyes, there was nothing behind it, no emotion nor recognition. Scott felt his face burn with the same shame that made his stomach turn. Of course. Mr. Afton was a grown man, this probably meant nothing to him. He was beginning to lose hope, embarrassment was wracking his nerves.

That was all up until his professor started passing out the next assignment, another thick packet that was supposed to be due next Friday, blah blah on and on, and when he set it on Scott's desk, he dragged his finger tip up Scott's arm, a subtle and completely unnoticeable motion, not to Scott though. From that moment on for the rest of class, he stayed alert for any other motions of endearment. He picked up on three including an extremely risky wink in his direction.

At the end of class, as people began leaving, Mr. Afton went up to Scott's desk and put a hand on his shoulder, flexing his grip in a comforting squeeze.

"Mr. Callahan, if it's no problem for you, I'd like to discuss something with you after class." He said, his British voice was barely over a whisper, just to make it seem less suspicious. A couple of the girls around Scott's age looked at him with burning jealousy. He didn't mind, not like Mr. Afton would ever give them a chance regardless.

"Of course." Scott said in an equally serious tone, looking at Afton, unable to hide the longing his gaze. Mr. Afton didn't return it as he pulled off and walked away, continue to make little comments as people were leaving. Reminding them of the homework and upcoming assignments and the next project about wiring or something like that. Scott decided to pack his things up as well and swung his backpack over his left shoulder, walking down to Mr. Afton's desk, where he leaned against it slightly, propping himself up on his hand.

The minute the last student left the lecture hall, Mr. Afton shut the door and spun to look at Scott. A look of desire finally apparent in his eyes.

"Hello, Scotty. I missed you." He purred, walking up to him and immediately placing his hands on Scott's chest. "Oh this weekend has been so painful with only my memories of your body. I've craved you painfully the whole time." He said, shaking his head and laughing softly. Scott felt his face burn with the explanation, thoughts of his professor touching himself to the thought of him. "Mmm, hop up on the desk for me, darling." Mr. Afton commanded and Scott did as he was told, the erection in his pants was already growing painful. He had no sense of control when around his teacher, a part of him felt shame, but it was easily suppressed by the pressure of Afton's hand on his bulge.

"Oh sir... Ah~" Scott said, leaning back on his hands and letting his head fall back. Afton reached up with his free hand and took Scott's glasses off gently, and setting them on the desk.

"Oh those little sounds you make, Scott. So delicious..." Afton moaned, getting on his knees and undoing Scott's pants. He reached in and pulled Scott's dick out, the cold air made Scott squirm, rubbing his thighs together and looking down at his teacher. "I've missed the way you taste." Afton said simply, leaning forward. His hot breath on Scott's tip made him moan and clench his fists.